Stompin’ Bitches

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lola Monroe] Okay, hopped up out the brinks truck in giuseppe's and a ski mask I'm the bate when niggas fishin', I ain't talking 'bout no sea bass See past you dry coochie bitches that be hatin' I'm in meetings dictatin' what country to place my estate in Big bodied Benz, colour purple, no harpo Top chopped off, Celie guts, cold charcoal Ya style, bore I'm the the one like Derrick Rose My money so loud it just throws hysteric shows The last breed of a bad cunt They passed you what I passed up You's a little girl to me i can mold you like Play Doh Straight jacket swag, vintage style, don't play hoe [Hook] He just want my cookies, I want Emilio Puccis Roll'em up some doobies Might lace'em up in some Gucci's And I go harder than ten Compton bitches Red bottoms on, look like I been stompin' bitches (stompin' bitches, stompin' bitches, stompin' bitches) Red bottoms on, look like I been stompin' bitches (stompin' bitches, stompin' bitches, stompin' bitches) Red bottoms on, look like I been stompin' bitches